Open House Limerick


At Open House Dublin last weekend I heard loose talk about a similar event in Limerick this weekend. Well I don’t mind if I do, I thought. A bit of culture is always worthwhile.
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My temper tantrum


The big green bus from Dublin to Limerick departs every thirty minutes from Burgh Quay in Dublin city centre. En route to Limerick, it stops to pick up passengers at Red Cow; KIldare and then on to Arthur’s Quay in Limerick. I used to take this bus quite regularly when it cost ten euro for a single ticket. In the past year the price has increased to 15 euro. As it often possible to acquire a train ticket for cheaper, I’ve switched my allegiance to the train. Continue reading My temper tantrum

The Ray D’Arcy television programme


Every September just before the Autumn / Winter TV schedule begins, Ireland’s national broadcaster opens a public lottery, to win free audience tickets to its flagship Friday night chat show – the Late Late Show. This is a behemoth of Irish broadcasting, and the world’s second longest late night talk show (after the Tonight Show in the USA) having first broadcast in 1962. Originally hosted by Gay Byrne (from 1962 to 1999); followed by Pat Kenny (1999 to 2009) it is currently hosted by Ryan Tubridy. An audience ticket is highly desired for two reasons – the show can be interesting and also you’ll acquire a decent quantity of freebies  (‘One for everyone in the audience’ was one of Gay Byrne’s catchphrases). Continue reading The Ray D’Arcy television programme

Open House weekend

Friday 12th October

My employer has a sports and social club that occasionally gets heavy discounts on events. Being somewhat ant-social when it comes to my colleagues I rarely participate in these. This evening was an exception. For five euros we received a ticket for the ‘All Star Comedy Jam’ at the Laughter Lounge on Eden Quay. This was a new venue for me. That evening’s line up was headlined by the Limerick comedian Karl Spain. He is phenomenally quick witted and hilariously funny. The less said about his support acts the better. Continue reading Open House weekend

*Murphy investigates* Cheese dreams


I have often heard warnings not to eat cheese before bedtime. The reasons vary from causing a disrupted night’s sleep to nightmares. I have never believed these stories. A tall tale if ever I heard one I thought. Nevertheless I have always been slightly reluctant to consume this sacred, dairy product too close to my bedtime. My sleep patterns are temperamental at the best of times and I don’t need further disruption – regardless of how far-fetched and unlikely it sounds. Continue reading *Murphy investigates* Cheese dreams

Take back the city. Raise the Roof


There is a woman who gets on the bus every morning who takes her six year old bespectacled son to school. She boards at the same stop each day, pushing the pram in which her infant daughter sleeps. The little boy seems very clean and neat and well spoken, but never smiles. The mother looks utterly worn out. The joys of motherhood, or so I thought. We are on the same bus each morning – getting the son to school on time coincides with my struggle to make it to the industrial wasteland of county Dublin. They disembark several stops before I do. Continue reading Take back the city. Raise the Roof

Gdansk, Gdansk where-ever you may be, I am the lord of Gdansk said he.

On my final day in Poland, I had neither a dental appointment or work commitment. I rose early – a man on a mission. My plan was to visit the Centrum Sztuki Wspolczesnej, Laznia (the Centre of Modern Art). This is an art gallery located in an old city bathhouse. It was recommended by my host as it would give me an opportunity to see a less touristic part of the Old Town. The neighbourhood seems to be gentrifying slightly, but used to be rather a poor part of town. This history is visible on the streets. It is a district generally ignored by tourists which made it sound very appealing. Continue reading Gdansk, Gdansk where-ever you may be, I am the lord of Gdansk said he.

Music by Son Lux and SK Kakraba, in the Shipyard of Gdansk


My teeth are complete. My final appointment for the installation of my bionic teeth was at 5.45pm this evening. The time concerned me. In the planning of this dental holiday I had assumed I would be free by Friday evening, so I had bought a ticket to see the experimental US rock band Son Lux, in Klub B90 which is located in an old warehouse in the Gdansk shipyard (the largest shipyard of the communist empire, and where the Polish democratic movement Solidarnosc , under Lech Walesa, kicked off in the 1970s and 1980s.) I was slightly concerned that dentistry would delay me. Continue reading Music by Son Lux and SK Kakraba, in the Shipyard of Gdansk

The train to Lidl


Today I worked. Having been allowed to ‘work from home’ this week I decided that a day’s labour would be good for me. I don’t want to use up too much holiday time in my quest for a lovely smile. At about 4pm, I looked bleakly at my computer screen and logged off. Seven hours of toil is enough for anyone when in a beautiful foreign city. Continue reading The train to Lidl